Mastered by the Berserkers (Berserker Brides #8) - Lee Savino Page 0,27

squeezed slightly and Jarl groaned. I dipped my head to lick the salty fluid leaking from the tip and Jarl sputtered curses.

“Did that hurt?” I asked.

“No,” Jarl grunted, but his voice sounded pained.

A chuckle came from Fenrir. The warrior was awake and lying on his back, one arm propped behind his head, the other fisting his long cock. “Do it again, Juliet. It will kill him.”

I started to loosen my grip and Jarl’s hand covered mine. “Don’t stop.” He moved his hand and mine along with it until I was jacking him faster. His hips thrust raggedly, pushing his cock into my hand. “Ah, Juliet. Keep doing that. Just like that.” The first spurt of seed onto the bed made me jump. Jarl pushed me down and squeezed my hand around his cock so tight it seemed he milked the cum out of himself, onto my bare belly. “Yes,” he murmured, dropping his hand and smearing his essence over my skin, over my collarbone and between my breasts. He offered a finger to my lips until I opened my mouth and tasted him. Bitter salt coated my tongue.

“Come here, lovely.” Fenrir lay back. I crawled to him and he maneuvered me back. “Lie between my legs.” When I did, he lifted my hair away from my face. “Lick me now. Gently. No teeth.” His cock lay long against his leg. I cupped it in my hand and worked my mouth over it, swirling my tongue over the heated tip. He fisted a hand in my hair, moving my head where he wanted it. I did my best to take his cock, salt and heat filling my mouth and bumping the back of my throat until I choked. Tears came to my eyes and he brushed them away, murmuring comforting things, only to force my head down further as my hands pressed into the bed. “Good girl, that’s it.”

He lay me back and straddled my chest. His big thighs pinned me down. The muscles strained as his cock bobbed in front of my lips. I took a deep breath and opened for him, letting his cock slide in and out of my mouth. He kept a grip in my hair, fisting tight enough to sting my scalp. I tried to breath and swallow him down as deep as I could.

I was panting when he drew back and fisted his cock in front of my face until he spilled his seed between my breasts. My chest rose and fell as Fenrir did what Jarl did and spread it over my skin. A baptism of sorts. I was soaked in their essence, coated in it.

“What do you want, Juliet?” Jarl knelt beside me. His cock still jutted out from the dark nest of hair between his legs. My own cunny throbbed at the sight.

“You,” I whispered. “I want you.” And I spread my legs wide.

Jarl shackled my ankle in his big hand. “You are sure you want this?” He tipped me over and smacked my rear cheeks. I squirmed as he and Fenrir knelt on either side of me. They took turns spanking me until the heat flooded my bottom and my sex, then flipped me back over. Fenrir’s body covered me and I reached up to grip his shoulders. “I want you.”

“If we take you, there’s no going back.” He rocked over me, rubbing his cock against my cunny. I wrapped my legs around his hips, drawing him closer, begging for more. “We will not let you go.”

“Don’t let me go,” I said. “I’m yours.”

8

Jarl

Juliet lay heaving in the furs. Her small body glimmered with the pearly sheen from our seed. She bore our scent from head to toe. As it should be, the beast whispered, and I agreed.

Fenrir stretched over her, his cock rubbing against her entrance. Heat flushed our little nun’s cheeks. Her dark curls stuck to her sweaty skin. Between her legs, her skin was dark pink and puffy from all the attention we’d given it. She never looked more beautiful.

She is small and will find it difficult to take us, Fenrir spoke to me mind to mind.

I will do it, brother, if you are afraid.

Fenrir gave me a look and I bared my teeth at him. Heat flooded my body and my skin prickled. Fur rippled down my back and up my arms—the beast, taking over. We needed to fuck our mate, and soon.

He sat back on his haunches and probed her entrance with his fingers. “So small